When Arthas returned to his temporary residence, he felt a bit unsatisfied. He took out the essence of life and claimed it could grant him and his loved ones immortality and eternal youth.
As his commander, Marlene would also receive a share. After applying the essence to Marlene, her expression showed surprise.
She then took the initiative to remove his pants and engulfed him with her mouth, skillfully leading to his climax within ten minutes! Once finished, Marlene swallowed the semen, kissed his cheek to reassure him that this was just to prevent him from feeling bad. As an elder, it's normal to care for a junior, and after saying that, she pushed him away. Hmm, are there elders who perform oral sex for their juniors?
Arthas's steps quickened, after all, he had been killing all day and really needed to vent. Originally, he thought of asking his sister Calia for oral pleasure, but since Marlene had already helped, he didn't need to look for anyone else.
When he returned to the residence, Vanessa was still awake, dressed in light clothing. She looked at Arthas, her expression somewhat complex, "Your Highness, you're back."
"Mm, prepare some hot water for me; I want to take a shower and then sleep," Arthas nodded, thinking a shower and then sleep sounds good. Night watch would be taken care of by someone else, so he didn't need to worry.
Vanessa quickly prepared the hot water, seemingly having guessed he would need it, just warming up the water that had cooled down. Not letting Vanessa help him bathe wasn't the right time; after washing up quickly, Arthas went to bed. Just as he got in, something soft crawled up from behind, hugging him and trembling slightly.
"What are you doing here?" Arthas turned around and asked the trembling Vanessa. Her face was flushed, and her voice was barely audible, akin to a mosquito, hard to catch what she was saying.
"Aren't handmaidens always like this?"
Arthas had already released his lust in Marlene's mature mouth, and now didn't have much desire left. Holding the tense and frightened Vanessa, he gently caressed her face and said, "I'm not a wild beast; I respect a woman's will. You are my maid and will also be my companion. But not now, wait a few more years; you're still growing, and it's not good for you. I admit, I am not a good person, so I won't let you go. But I will take responsibility. In the future, if you have my children, I will definitely not let you and the children suffer; my other wives will not bully you or our children, I promise!"
"Hmmph! You are perverted!" Vanessa pouted at Arthas, feeling a mix of anger, shyness, and joy. To her, Arthas was not only her savior but also her father's superior. This savior, possessing her body, was so honest and bad, making it hard for her to refuse. Young girls are usually naive; who could turn down a prince who saved them and their father?
"Why did you save me and my father?" She asked while looking at his handsome face.
"I just can't stand seeing others abuse their power, especially trying to bully a little beauty!" Arthas pinched Vanessa's delicate chin and chastely kissed her lips.
"From the first moment I saw you, I liked you. Strong and unyielding, willing to stand up to the nobles, I admire you. I want to protect you; only I should be the one to bully you!"
"Hmm! You're just a big bad guy!" Vanessa shyly hid under the blanket, only her two eyes peeked out at Arthas; it was all too embarrassing. How could someone express such feelings like,
"I'm the bad guy who wants to be bad to you for a lifetime!" Arthas held Vanessa tightly. If this girl hadn't met him, she might have returned to a miserable life, with her father's head cut-off by the nobles' henchmen, facing cold stares and unwanted advances from men, enduring a hard upbringing, which was not a fate any girl should suffer. (TN: Pfft and they call themselves Champion of Azeroth.)
"Your Highness, you're not deceiving me, are you?" Vanessa's voice was somewhat dreamy; she didn't deny her feelings for Arthas. Faced with her savior, a prince, how could a blossoming girl refuse? But between commoners and nobles, especially a prince, there would be no good outcome. The pressures of married life, public opinion, and various aspects would not be simple matters. Especially in life, differing habits could lead to big problems.
"No, I never lie to my women. Vanessa, I will find a professional mentor to teach you; you can learn anything you want. Don't undervalue yourself; you are unique, and you are my woman." Arthas held Vanessa close; this girl, the daughter of a thief, and heir of the brotherhood, possesses unique charm and wisdom.
If nurtured well, she would be a great help to him in the future. Women? Arthas didn't lack them; what he lacked were women with the potential for greatness. If he wanted to, he could have all the noble maidens, but that would be meaningless. There's also no lack of women who he could a buy night with but, he didn't have a habit of allowing his women to be with other men, just thinking about it made him a bit angry.
"Your Highness." Vanessa emotionally gave a kiss, how much judgment could a girl have? As long as the man was good to her, other things were insignificant.
"Sleep now; you don't have to worry anymore; no one would dare to mess with you," Arthas embraced Vanessa as she fell asleep in his arms; the feeling of having a fragrant girl falling asleep beside him was indescribably delightful. The warmth was different, the sensation of holding her was unlike any other.
In the Lordaeron prison, an elderly man dressed in splendid clothes was helped into the prison. Looking at his youngest son locked up, he was filled with tears.
"Who did this!" the old man said through gritted teeth.
"Rodon offended His Highness the Prince," the butler said, trembling slightly, knowing that the old man before him was not a good person. He, being a confidant, was aware that the other party controlled a band of pirates.
Certain new nobles opposing the old aristocrats have mysteriously disappeared; he knew well how it worked. "Arthas! How dare he!" The old noble looked at his son; he couldn't help his son out. The charge was nothing less than the accusation of colluding with orcs, treason!